I confess that this week I've been "stretching" my clothes before I put them on. You know, put your shirt on your arms and puuuuuuull apart. Things are feeling tight....grrrr...
I confess that I am not cut out for public work. I'm working in an office right now and let me just say, people are dumb. I wish we could gather all of the dumbasses and ship them off to a deserted island. I wonder how many would make it.
I confess that these confessionals make me feel evil. I promise I'm not. I just have mean thoughts sometimes. Not all the time.
I confess that I watch General Hospital, and I cried this week when sweet little Jake died. Dang soap operas. So sad.
I confess that I've been dreaming about my cousin a lot lately. Monday will be one year since her passing, and I still can't believe she is gone. Maybe I will make a post about her one day.
I confess that I plan to get cuh-ray-zee this weekend. UK game tonight with some friends and game night tomorrow night at my house. Bring on the amaretto sours and orange push-ups. Whoop whoop!